“In those days, I still thoroughly enjoyed the romance I called "by myself"; I didn't know yet how it gets lonely, picks up a sharp edge later on that ruins a day now and then-- ruins more than that, if you're not careful.”
“I had no lock that could be picked. If anything, I was the landscape behind the door, and even on that day in the ruin, I was still only beginning to comprehend my own flora and fauna.”
“I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did.”
“I try not to be scared, you know. But I still ruin everything. I still fuck up.”
“There are days when I don’t know how I live with myself. Those days are Sundays through Saturdays.”
“Our relationship now thoroughly ruined, with even civility destroyed between us, all I wanted anymore was the door.”